Bottle in hand, snapbacks
Loud bands,
Red lipstick
Late night conversations,
Tick-tock,
stick after stick
Messy hair, fast cars
and random dancing on the streets
Drunk slurs, murmurs
Running around
Laughter, banter
And winged eyeliners
Messed up, fucked up
Curse in my mouth
I'm alive
I'm alive
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